KAIA
•Two days later•
I jolt awake, chest heaving, sweat clinging to my skin like I’ve just run a damn marathon. My sheets are tangled around my legs, and I’m panting—again. Of course. Because apparently my brain hates me. Because apparently fate thinks it’s funny to shove the same dream down my throat every single night for the past two days.
The same dream of them.
Ronan. Maddox. And now… f**k.
Now it’s Dr Wolfe… Caius.
His face, his goddamn face, clear as day this time. The third man in my dream.
“f**k,” I whisper into the empty room, pressing my palms over my eyes. “f**k, f**k, fuck.”
Three. Three men? That’s insane. That’s… not normal, right? I mean, it can’t be. One man is a curse enough. Two? A scandal. But three? What even is that? A death sentence? A porn plot?
And what’
